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The Project Gutenberg EBook of Young Canada's Nursery Rhymes, by VariousCopyright laws are changing all over the world. Be sure to check the copyright laws for your country before downloadingor redistributing this or any other Project Gutenberg eBook.This header should be the first thing seen when viewing this Project Gutenberg file. Please do not remove it. Do notchange or edit the header without written permission.Please read the "legal small print," and other information about the eBook and Project Gutenberg at the bottom of thisfile. Included is important information about your specific rights and restrictions in how the file may be used. You can alsofind out about how to make a donation to Project Gutenberg, and how to get involved.**Welcome To The World of Free Plain Vanilla Electronic Texts****eBooks Readable By Both Humans and By Computers, Since 1971*******These eBooks Were Prepared By Thousands of Volunteers!*****Title: Young Canada's Nursery RhymesAuthor: VariousRelease Date: January, 2004 [EBook #4921] [Yes, we are more than one year ahead of schedule] [This file was firstposted on March 27, 2002]Edition: 10Language: English*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK, YOUNG CANADA'S NURSERY RHYMES ***This eBook was produced by JC Byers.Young Canada's Nursery RhymesA was an Apple pie;B bit it;C cut it;D dealt it;E eat it;F fought for it;G got it;H had it;J joined it;K kept it;L longed for it;M mourned for it;N nodded at it;O ...

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The Project Gutenberg EBook of Young Canada'sNursery Rhymes, by VariousCopyright laws are changing all over the world. Besure to check the copyright laws for your countrybefore downloading or redistributing this or anyother Project Gutenberg eBook.This header should be the first thing seen whenviewing this Project Gutenberg file. Please do notremove it. Do not change or edit the headerwithout written permission.Please read the "legal small print," and otherinformation about the eBook and ProjectGutenberg at the bottom of this file. Included isimportant information about your specific rights andrestrictions in how the file may be used. You canalso find out about how to make a donation toProject Gutenberg, and how to get involved.**Welcome To The World of Free Plain VanillaElectronic Texts****eBooks Readable By Both Humans and ByComputers Since 1971**,*****These eBooks Were Prepared By Thousandsof Volunteers!*****Title: Young Canada's Nursery Rhymes
Author: VariousRelease Date: January, 2004 [EBook #4921] [Yes,we are more than one year ahead of schedule][This file was first posted on March 27, 2002]Edition: 10Language: English*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERGEBOOK, YOUNG CANADA'S NURSERY RHYMES***This eBook was produced by JC Byers.Young Canada's Nursery RhymesA was an Apple pie;B bit it;C cut it;D dealt it;E eat it;F fought for it;G got it;H had it;J joined it;K kept it;L longed for it;M mourned for it;
N nodded at it;O opened it;P peeped in it;Q quartered it;R ran for it;S stole it;T took it;V viewed it;W wanted it;X, Y, Z, and &, all wish'd for a piece in hand.There was a crooked man, and he went a crookedmile,He found a crooked sixpence against a crookedstile:He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crookedmouse,And they all lived together in a little crooked house.Curly locks, curly locks, wilt thou be mine?Thou shalt not wash dishes, nor yet feed theswine;But sit on a cushion, and sew a fine seam,And feed upon strawberries, sugar, and cream.My little old man and I fell out,I'll tell you what it was all about;I had money and he had none,And that's the way the noise begun.Bow-wow-wow, whose dog art thou?Little Tom Tucker's dog, bow-wow-wow.Multiplication is vexation,Division is as bad;
The Rule of Three doth puzzle me,And Practice drives me mad.See a pin and pick it up,All the day you'll have good luck;See a pin and let it lay,Bad luck you'll have all the day.Jack Sprat could eat no fat,His wife could eat no lean;And so betwixt them both, you see,They made the platter clean.(A Star)Higher than a house, higher than a tree;Oh! Whatever can that be?Little Miss MuffettShe sat on a tuffett,Eating of curds and whey;There came a great spiderWho sat down beside her,And frightened Miss Muffett away.Little Bo-peep has lost her sheep,And cannot tell where to find them;Leave them alone, and they'll come home,And bring their tails behind them.1. This pig went to market; 2. This pig stayed athome; 3. This pig had a bit of meat; 4. And this pighad none; 5. This pig said, Wee, wee, wee! 6. Ican't find my way home.Little Polly Flinders
Sate among the cindersWarming her pretty little toes!Her mother came and caught her,And whipped her little daughter,For spoiling her nice new clothes.Dance little baby, dance up high,Never mind baby, mother is nigh;Crow and caper, caper and crow,There little baby, there…you go;Up to the ceiling, down to the groundBackwards and forwards, round and round.Dance little baby, mother will sing,With the merry coral, ding, ding, ding.Here sits the LordMayor…………………….forehead.     Here sits his two men ………………….eyes.Here sits the cock………………………….rightcheek.     Here sits the hen………………………left cheek.Here sit the little chickens…………………tip ofnose.     Here they run in……………………….mouthChin-chopper, chin-chopper, chin-chopper,chin!..chuck the chin.To market, To market, to buy a fat pig,Home again, home again, jiggety jig.To market, To market, to buy a fat hog,Home again, home again, jiggety jog.Jack and Jill went up the hill,To fetch a pail of water;
Jack fell down, and broke his crown,And Jill came tumbling after.Swan, swan, over the sea;Swim, swan, swim.Swan, swan, back again;Well swam, swan.Humpty-Dumpty sat on a wall,Humpty-Dumpty had a great fall;All the king's horses, and all the king's men,Cannot put Humpty-Dumpty together again.I had a little hobby horse,     And it was dapple grey;Its head was made of pea-straw,     Its tail was made of hay.I sold it to an old woman     For a copper groat;And I'll not sing my song again     Without a new coat.Handy Spanky, Jack-a-dandy,Loves plum-cake and sugar-candy;He bought some at a grocer's shop.And out he came, hop-hop-hop.Jack be nimble, Jack be quick;And Jack jump over the candlestick.Little Tom Tucker sings for his supper;What shall he eat? White bread an butter.How shall he cut it without e'er a knife?How will he marry without e'er a wife?
Three straws on a staffWould make a baby cry and laugh.Ride a cock horse to Banbury Cross,To see an old lady ride on a white horse,Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes.So she makes music wherever she goes.How many days has my baby to play?Saturday, Sunday, Monday,Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday,Saturday, Sunday, Monday.Dickery, Dickery, Dock!The mouse ran up the clock;The clock struck One!And down the mouse ran,Dickery, Dickery, Dock!Some little mice sat in a barn to spin;Pussy came by, and popped her head in;"Shall I come in, and cut your threads off?""Oh, no, kind sir, you will snap our heads off!"Needles and pins, needles and pins,When a man marries his trouble begins.Deedle, deedle, dumpling, my son John,He went to bed with his stockings on;One shoe off, and one shoe on,Deedle, deedle, dumpling, my son John.All of a row, bend the bow;Shot at a pigeon and killed a crow.
You shall have a fish, in a little dish,You shall have a fish, when the boat comes in.Robin and Richard were two pretty men,They laid in bed till the clock struck ten;Then up starts Robin, and looks in the sky,"Oh, brother Richard, the sun's very high!The bull's in the barn threshing the corn;The cocks on the hayrick blowing his horn."The Queen of Hearts, she made some tarts,     All on a summer's day;The knave of Hearts, he stole the tarts,     And took them clean away.Sing a song of sixpence, a bag full of Rye,Four-and-twenty Blackbirds baked in a Pie;When the Pie was opened, the Birds began to sing,Was not that a dainty dish to set before a King?Young lambs to sell, young lambs to sell;If I had as much money as I could tell,I never would cry, young lambs to sell.Young lambs to sell, young lambs to sell,I never would cry, young lambs to sell.Ding, dong, bell; Pussy's in the well.Who put her in? Little Tommy Green.Who pulled her out? Little Tommy Trout.What a naughty boy was that,To drown poor Pussy Cat.Polly, put the kettle on,Polly, put the kettle on,Polly, put the kettle on,
     And let's drink tea.Sukey, take it off again,Sukey, take it off again,Sukey, take it off again,     They're all gone away.Pussy-cat, Pussy-cat where have you been?I've been to London to look at the Queen.Pussy-cat, Pussy-cat, what did you there?I frightened a little mouse under a chair.Blow, wind blow—And go, mill, go—That the millerMay grind his corn;That the baker may take it,And into rolls make it,And bring us some hot in the morn.Mary had a pretty bird,Feathers bright and yellow,Slender legs upon my wordHe was a pretty fellow.The sweetest notes he always sung,Which much delighted Mary;And near the cage she'd often sitTo hear her own canary.Tom, he was a piper's son.He learned to play when he was young.But all the tunes that he could play,Was "Over the hills and far away."Tom with his pipe did play with such skill,That those who heard him could never keep still;
Whenever they heard him they began to dance,Even pigs on their hind legs would after himprance.I saw a ship a-sailing,A-sailing on the seaAnd, oh! it was all ladenWith pretty things for thee.There were comfits in the cabinAnd apples in the hold,The sails were made of silk,The masts were made of gold.What's the news of the day, good neighbour, Ipray?They say the balloon is gone up to the moon.There were two birds sat on a stone,     Fa, la, la, la, lal, de;One flew away, and then there was one,     Fa, la, la, la, lal, de;The other flew after, and then there was none,     Fa, la, la, la, lal, de;And so the poor stone was left all alone,     Fa, la, la, la, lal, de!A sunshiny showerWon't last half an hour.Leg over leg, as the dog went to Dover;When he came to a style, jump he went over.Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled pepper;     A peck of pickled pepper Peter Piper picked;If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled pepper,